When it is this warm,Big Daddy D comes out againfrom wherever he restswhether it's a nest of woodor a brick framed hovelnobody really knows.

Big Daddy Dis seen in passingor unavoidable on the cornerwhere Ponce meets Morelandjust where it becomes Briarcliff.

He is like the four cornersof sign and traffic lighta signalhe flags his package in lycrapolyester-maybe cotton blendbiker shorts and tank topsometimes with printed cotton excusefor over shirt, sometimes notcarved cane in handor umbrellahe leans on stopwhile always being on go.